RinoKei sighed; his legs were tiring. Easing his daggers from their sheaths, he stopped for a moment, whirling about to face perfection. The voice to confront him was cold, distant and other-worldly. The voice, in its iron exactness, suited the precision of the man�s body well. The man appeared to be roughly six feet tall, giving naught but an inch and was muscled well underneath scant, flowing white and golden tunic and leggings. His hair was platinum, his eyes a dull silver and the only adornments he carried were two silver gauntlets and matching bracelets with a necklace; all holding the same emblem�that of the goddess Kira, most-worshipped and most-loved of the seven goddesses of Reonn. His skin was pale and perfect, as chill as his speech.
  �RinoKei Tsarai. You are far past your allotted time of death. Come with me, now,� the flawless being intoned solemnly, mechanically.
  A smile flashed across the young man�s face, quick and feral. Clothed darkly, he wore a dark green tunic, trimmed in silver, accented by a pendant swaying across his finely muscled chest; a pendant carrying the emblem of the goddess of Elves, Fiona. Pointed ears gave hint of Elven heritage that was not his, highlighting his blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes. Soft, brown leather shoes gave little noise to notify other�s of his comings or goings. The only other things he appeared to carry are such; one in a black sheath, a dark handle of a bleak sword, green veins running wildly through the metal. A gift from Fiona herself he had received at age eight. An Elven bow was slung across his shoulder, as well as a quiver holding multitudes of arrows.
  Kei shook his head softly, declining the being�s demand before bursting into motion, knives leading. Lunging, RinoKei swiped towards the individual�s stomach, missing as he jumped back, and into the sky. White wings burst free from his back, magnificent to all but Kei. A bright glow seemed to fog his vision, making thinking and seeing hard. But Kei ignored it, dropping his daggers to the earthen battle field. He tugged out the sword on his back, favoring the dark blade for this fight. The green strains pulsated, as in response to the pulsing light about his vision and it was gone. He smiled, grimly, once more and waited for the creature�s attack. Swiftly, it dropped, coming towards him with unreal, impossible, speed.

  /Almost here./

  RinoKei thrust the sword up a single moment before the winged creation reached him. The blade plunged deep into the pale, perfect chest; tearing past the diaphanous, gentle cloth. Bursting out the other side, between the winged shoulder blades, between the beautiful, unearthly wings. Blood, blue and shimmering soared outward with the blades� exit, flaring into the air with dark beauty. The Angel�s blood ran down the cheerless blade, washing over RinoKei�s hands, dripping onto his fair face. Rin sighed, sword-point falling to the ground and the handsome body slipping from it to collapse in a broken, acrimonious heap. He knelt, cleaning his goddess-given blade on the thin, fluttering cloth of his attacker.

  Another fallen Angel.